Boring, old, normal, how attractive it seems
Since life came and kicked a great big hole in my dreams
Now I read all the words on the tins on the shelf
And I try to remember to be kind to myself
And the days keep crawling past
Just how long can this emptiness last?

Just give me something I can fix my eyes on
A hint of hope out on the far horizon
Good days and bad days, I have no doubt
I could get by if they'd just even 'em out

Well, I just can't shake off this great weight that I feel
Get up and get dressed, shouldn't be such a big deal
And now I don't know where things end or begin
The day of the week or the state that I'm in
But the days keep crawling past
Just how long can this emptiness last?

Just give me something I can fix my eyes on
A hint of hope out on the far horizon
Good days and bad days, I have no doubt
I could get by if they'd just even 'em out

Now I'm spending my days like I'm lost in a fog
I got nowhere to walk that big old black dog
And I just can't believe what this has done to my health
So don't judge me too harshly, I can do that myself
And the days blur into one
I just can't seem to get anything done

Just give me something I can fix my eyes on
A hint of hope out on the far horizon
Good days and bad days, I have no doubt
I could get by if they'd just even 'em out
I could get by if they'd just even 'em out

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Stephen William Bragg